Friday, February 17, 2012

Time's running too quick with you, feeble humans. I forgot My new year congratz, so here they are. Or not.
Hopefully, those young Maya were right and your new year will be the last. We, The Great Ol'Ones, don't really care. We have plenty of other toys in this Universe and others!

So, I owe you some explainations for My silence on this thingy, this blog, well...

Many things happened.

You know at thend of your December month, We, the Great Ol'Ones have a small fest, Yuletide. For once, We decided it would not be boredcasted, your TV streams are already full of shit to empty your smallish brains, you mindless mongrels.

So we had a private party, full of bloody living corpses, whores and chips.
I made a record there: got fucked by an astounding number of Cosmic Horrors, They even found some I didn't know yet. Thanks Boyz!
I fucked also a bunch of so called "male" entities. Remember, feeble humans, sex and gender are not an immutable parameter for Us, We don't have your moral and mental walls and prejudices.
I sprouted at least two full load of Young as a consequence. Be sure to bring your whole families when walking in the woods, during this spring; My Young will have to be fed!

As usual, January and this February were peaceful. Clean up, Young fostering, and reading.
While reading, I discovered a young fellow, of only a bit more than two hundred of your years: Donatien Alphonse François, Marquis de Sade.

Yes, he was one of those feeble among the feeble frenchies. But he almost made Me revise My views about your filthy race, feeble human maggots.

This guy knew the point. Pornography is not the goal, it's only a way (mostly backdoor in his case).
He didn't respect any law, any limit, so he spent more than half of his life in jail. Not for his sexual perversion, it was the norm of his class in his time, but for his ideas, his philosophy.

A guy writing about a monk putting an hostie on the top of his cock before fucking a teen girl in the ass; this was deemed a blasphemous crime deserving to be locked in the Bastille for the rest of his life, in those pre-revolutionary days, when the Catholic Church made the laws and had the state at her service.
But what stun Me, and surely upset the child fucker priests, was not this kind of action scenes.
Between the orgies (much) detailed descriptions, the good marquis set his characters to rest, and made them describe his philosophy views in great details, just like most of this time Enlightened Philosophers, those insipid Voltaire, Rousseau...

And THIS is really powerful!
Crime of any sort is common among you, feeble humans; remember you were created by some of Our spawns for Our pleasure!
But the good ol'marquis made a point describing, justifying, philosophically reasoning about these.

THAT was the reason which led him to spend most of his life in prisons or sanitariums, whereas the law was the King's, the Republic's or the Emperor's.

His views about private property, theft, society and moral were a draft for the following 19th century's utopist, anarchist, socialist and communist philosophers and ideologs.
Pierre-Joseph Proudhon, Karl Marx, Friedrich Engels, Louis Auguste Blanqui, and al. just followed the track.
All were French or French influenced Germans, see the pattern ?
And wonderful slaughters came from these guys brains!

The legend also tells that some days before July 14th, 1789, when he was imprisoned in the Bastille, good ol'Donatien de Sade cried to the people through his jail window: "Prisoners are killed, here!".
Some days after, the populace stormed the Bastille, and your smallish History recorded what followed.

During the Revolution, the excellent marquis was elected a Representant, he was emprisoned once more by Robespierre's Terror Regime because of his nobelty, freed when Napoleon came to power, then imprisoned again after the Emperor restored the former power of the Catholic Church.

Donatien Alphonse François, Marquis de Sade died on December 2nd, 1814. He didn't live up to the ultimate fall of his latest nemesis, before the one hundred bleak days.

But, according to the legend, he died just after having ass fucked his fifteen years old female servant one last time (if it had been a male, or a turkey, or a dog, it wouldn't have made any difference for him, provided he could eat his sperm mingled with shit afterward).
What a fucking wonder of a life, for a feeble human!

Oops! Writing about this made Me horny... Be right back after some Aeons of orgies!